The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 625

Chapter 625: Chapter 625 Don’t Forget Mine
“What?” Hera asked suddenly, her cheeks still warm and tinged with red.

“Did you enjoy the food?” Leo’s voice was soft and coaxing, his gentle tone making her heart flutter.

Hera nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling with genuine delight. As a devoted foodie, she couldn’t find a single flaw in the meal.

Every dish was a masterpiece—not just in taste but in presentation. She couldn’t resist snapping a picture each time a new plate was placed in front of her before eagerly diving into it.

The food was so beautifully crafted that it didn’t even need filters to look stunning in photos.

Remembering her collection of pictures, Hera—despite feeling drowsy—grabbed her phone with a satisfied grin.

With quick, playful taps, she began posting her favorite shots online, the joy and excitement of the evening shining through each carefully chosen photo.

[Help! I’m stuffed to the brim because of this amazing food. Currently battling a food coma!]

Her cheeky caption instantly drew attention, especially from her loyal fans who had been following her livestream since earlier.

Within minutes, her post was flooded with hundreds of likes and comments, the notification count ticking up rapidly.

Even Leo, Luke, Dave, and Xavier couldn’t resist the buzz. Their phones vibrated almost in unison, signaling Hera’s latest update.

Curious, they pulled out their devices and saw her post.

“She’s quick,” Luke commented with an amused smirk, glancing at Hera, who was still scrolling through the wave of reactions.

Leo chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on her contented smile. “She knows how to keep her fans happy.”

Leo leaned closer to Hera, his warm breath tickling her ear as he whispered, “I could stuff you to the brim too, if you’d like.”

His devilish grin sent a shiver down her spine, and the mischievous glint in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed by the others.

They exchanged knowing glances, their thoughts undoubtedly running along the same mischievous wavelength.

Luke smirked knowingly, while Dave, seated directly across from Hera, arched a brow, clearly catching on to Leo’s playful innuendo.

Meanwhile, Xavier remained silent, his expression calm and unreadable. Unlike Leo’s bold teasing, Xavier wasn’t vocal when it came to teasing Hera—at least not in public.

When the moment called for it, Xavier’s quietness transformed, revealing a more daring, unrestrained side that left a lasting impression, especially during intimate times.

The atmosphere around the table became charged with tension—half playful, half suggestive—as each man’s unique dynamic with Hera.

Hera’s face turned a deep shade of crimson as she discreetly reached under the table to pinch Leo’s thigh, hoping to get him to behave.

But Leo, ever the shameless tease, didn’t even flinch. Instead, he smoothly caught her hand mid-pinch and guided it toward his crotch with a mischievous grin.

His expression remained perfectly composed, even as his eyes glimmered with playful mischief.

To anyone watching, especially the camera, Leo looked like the picture of innocence, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening beneath the table.

When Hera felt Leo’s hardened cock, her hand flinched, and her eyes widened momentarily in slow motion.

Fortunately, she quickly managed to compose herself, schooling her expression before any of the viewers could notice Leo’s mischievous antics beneath the table.

Hera cleared her throat as she straightened her back, but Leo, still holding her wrist, guided her hand to stroke his hard shaft.

Initially, Leo intended to tease Hera for pinching his thigh, but now he was genuinely aroused, his breathing growing ragged.

He bit the inside of his lip to suppress a grunt, unable to stop himself. The thrill of doing something so risqué in plain sight was exhilarating, pumping his blood.

Hera felt it too, a knot tightening deliciously in her stomach.

Even though they had just done it behind closed doors just hours earlier, her body ached for more.

‘This is Leo’s fault,’ Hera thought sulkily, her embarrassment mounting.

She tried to pull her hand away, but Leo’s grip was firm yet gentle—an unspoken message that he wouldn’t hurt her but also wouldn’t let her go.

Torn between embarrassment and nervousness being caught, Hera bit her lower lip and lowered her head, hoping to avoid drawing any suspicion.

However, her attempts to hide only made her actions seem more suspicious.

Noticing their little actions, Xavier casually dragged his chair closer. With a practiced air of elegance, he lifted his glass of red wine and took a slow sip, his demeanor calm and composed.

Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, his left hand reached out for Hera’s free hand under the table.

Before she could react, he gently guided it to his crotch, mirroring Leo’s mischievous actions.

Leaning closer to Hera’s ear, Xavier whispered in a low, teasing voice, “Strawberry, don’t forget about mine.”

Hera felt her brain short-circuit, her face flushing a deeper shade of red as the words sank in.

Despite already having crossed the line and becoming intimate with both Leo and Xavier, she still couldn’t fully handle them when their switches are turned on.

It was as if they knew exactly how to make her heart race and her thoughts spiral into chaos.

Xavier, ever the best actor, maintained his composed demeanor, sipping his red wine as if nothing unusual was happening.

Beneath the table, however, he skillfully guided Hera’s hand along the length of his hard cock, his movements slow and deliberate, ensuring she couldn’t pull away.

On Hera’s other side, Leo was doing just the same mischief, his posture relaxed as he leaned back into his chair.

Feigning the effects of a light buzz from the wine, Leo closed his eyes, his head tilted slightly as his prominent Adam’s apple bobbed with each languid swallow.

To the viewers on Hera’s live stream, he looked irresistibly alluring, his seemingly casual pose igniting a wave of fangirling.

The chat buzzed with excitement as fans screamed in delight, completely unaware of the truth behind Leo’s serene expression—he was riding a rising wave of pleasure that threatened to spill over.

Leo leaned back, resting the nape of his neck on the chair, his face tilted towards the ceiling, looking utterly intoxicated.

His hand never stopped guiding Hera’s hand to stroke his hard cock, his teeth sinking into the inside of his cheek to stifle any groans.

Hera, caught between these two troublemakers, couldn’t make a sound either. Her core clenched involuntarily, already wet, as her senses heightened, feeling every contour of their hard cock with vivid clarity.

Before things spiraled further, Luke’s calm voice cut through the charged atmosphere. “Hera, would you like more dessert, or should we head back to the hotel to rest?”

His tone was gentle, almost soothing, yet the subtle intensity in his gaze betrayed him. Hunger simmered just beneath the surface—an unmistakable kind of hunger Hera had come to recognize all too well in the men around her.

It sent a shiver down her spine, a mixture of anticipation and nervous energy pooling in her chest as she met his eyes.

Without thinking much, Hera nodded her head, the more they stayed here, with the staff just around the corner, it wouldn’t be long for them to be noticed and she didn’t want that.

It would be extremely embarrassing and just thinking about being caught red-handed made her face flush in a deeper shade of red like it was bleeding.